Kiss 101 times: Surrogate wife marry one get one free

Thinking about it, Quan Ye stretched out his hand to untie the rope wrapped with the white rose, then took out the paper wrapped with the white rose, folded it and put it in his pocket.

He thought that his mother must just like the appearance of White Rose staying there quietly, rather than releasing her charm in a beautiful way.

Under normal circumstances, there should not be too many flowers planted on the cemetery, but because Quan Ye's mother likes white roses very much, her cemetery is full of large clumps of white roses, emitting a slight fragrance in the wind. If it is not for the white dots, it is not easy to separate them from other flowers.

An atmosphere of silence was brewing in the air, and the rain was still falling, but it was still not enough to wet people's clothes.

Quan Ye caressed his mother's photo and spoke softly.

"Mother, I'm married."

He didn't get anyone's answer, the breeze also stopped, only the rain was still hitting his face drop by drop, extremely persistent.

Of course, Quan Ye didn't think about getting an answer from anyone, just like when he came to his mother's grave, he didn't want his mother to miraculously come alive to comfort him.

Quan Ye is a rational person, although he also wanted to tell his mother, but since his mother couldn't make any response, his words were nothing more than nutritious soliloquy.

Wilde once said, I like talking to myself, because it saves time and no one will argue with me.

Quan Ye agrees very much.

"Her name is Zheng Xichen. She is very ordinary. She seems to be no different from other women. I don't know why I married her." Quan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Zheng Xichen is generally beautiful, with average knowledge, doesn't understand art or financial matters, and has a very stubborn temper. If she decides something, it's useless to persuade her, she will definitely go Do what she thinks is right, and she doesn't want to rely on me easily, sometimes I don't know what she's thinking."

Quan Ye seemed to be having a heart-to-heart conversation with someone, and when he was talking, a smile gradually appeared in his brows and eyes, but he didn't realize it.

"All in all, she's just an ordinary person."

Quan Ye once thought about what kind of person he would be if he wanted to marry a wife?

Will it be a strong woman who is as resolute and decisive as his mother, or an artist who is soft and flirtatious all day long, or a proud and complacent young lady with a charming tone.

"By the way, she doesn't know how to play the piano yet." Quan Ye said with a smile as if he suddenly remembered something.

Quan Ye also liked the piano for a while before. After all, as the young master of a family, these things can be said to be compulsory courses, but then he didn't think about learning any master, so he fell behind. When I played with four hands, I barely remembered something.

Quan Ye even remembered how he was when he was learning the piano.

At that time, the Quan family was one of the most famous families in the capital. In order for him to learn music well, his mother specially invited a piano master who had studied in France to come back and teach him.

The old man's temper is not bad, but he likes music very much. Quan Ye's memory is very good. After the old man taught him to read music scores, it is not difficult for him to memorize scores. In addition, the Quan family has almost all kinds of scores in their collections. Yes, so it didn't take long for Quan Ye to complete a very difficult piece independently.

But the old man still refused to admit that Quan Ye was his disciple, and Quan Ye's mother put pressure on the old man for this, but Quan Ye still remembered what the old man said in his recital.

At that time, Quan Ye's piano skills were always compared by the children of the aristocratic families in the capital, so Quan Ye's mother was happy to invite those rich ladies and children from rich families to Quan's house to listen to Quan Ye's performance.

At that time, Quan Ye played "Adi Lina by the Water" according to his teacher's request. Quan Ye couldn't understand why his teacher didn't let him play some more difficult pieces after teaching him. It can be done, can't it?
After Quan Ye finished playing the piece, the audience was naturally full of compliments, even Yan Yi applauded, but his teacher's face showed no other emotions except disappointment.

When the old man came down, he said to Quan Ye: "Quan Ye, you are a genius, but you have no musical talent."

Quan Ye was very unconvinced, so he asked: "Why, teacher, is there something I didn't play correctly, or did I make some mistakes, this is absolutely impossible, I have practiced this piece, I dare not say It is exactly the same as the original, but at least eight points."

However, the old man shook his head with a smile and said, "No, you just said the opposite. You are similar, but only with two points."

"I don't believe it, teacher, tell me a reason."

"Haha, silly boy, have you ever thought about what kind of mood the composer is talking about this piece of music?"

Quan Ye said without hesitation, "A mood full of love, and looking forward to the miracle of love."

"Yes."

"I feel the same way."

"No, you don't understand."

Quan Ye couldn't figure it out, but he was not enthusiastic by nature, so he had no choice but to stand there, watching his teacher shook his head, and then left.

Of course, he doesn't know it now, but he just vaguely understands it.

Quan Ye slowly came back to his senses, looked at his mother's tombstone in a daze, reached out to touch it, and then slowly said: "She is very ordinary, isn't she, but my son doesn't know why, but he still likes her."

The word "love" that could be clearly uttered in front of the mother's tomb at the beginning is as heavy as a thousand catties, and it is impossible to utter it.

Maybe Quan Ye can not admit that he has fallen in love with that person, but Quan Ye doesn't know.

Isn't the look on his face when he said "like" at this time exactly the same as when he asked his mother before, when his mother smiled and said that she liked white roses?

"Although she has a stubborn temper, as long as she is wrong, she can quickly accept it and correct it. Although it is not timely every time, she wants me to clean up the mess for her. By the way, she is also gentle and open-minded. It’s full of light, full of hope every day, like the little sun who can’t be defeated no matter what, but recently she’s a little sad.”

Quan Ye chattered on and on, a person who obviously rarely said anything on weekdays, but now he kept talking, as if he wanted to tell his mother, but maybe it was just for himself.

Suddenly, Quan Ye raised his head and forgot to go down to the sky. He was stabbed by the sun in the sky, and then he narrowed his eyes and said, "Mother, maybe I understand why you like white roses."

He went to the cemetery early in the morning. At some point, the light rain had stopped, and the warm sun gradually came out, emitting a soft light. The little sunlight was like a golden brocade, shining on the cemetery. The bouquet that Quan Ye dedicated to his mother was on the dripping white roses.

"Isn't the white rose Zheng Xichen just a white rose?" Quan Ye looked at the sun that was gradually brightening and smiled, then lowered his head.

She will not compete with the fiery red roses, nor will she compete with the iron-boned, arrogant plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum for temperament, nor will she overwhelm the crowd, nor will she be unknown. Her fragrance and existence are always inadvertent. It will be passed into your heart in no time, and you will not know how she got in.

Maybe it was just because of a breeze, or a beam of sunlight that inadvertently entered the room, Zheng Xichen just walked in.

No, maybe it's because Zheng Xichen pretended to be calm at night and served a cup of coffee that she ground and brewed herself, which didn't taste good, or because she showed a new mother's smile after picking up the Quanguo. Yes, with a little girly smile.

To say that Zheng Xichen is outstanding, she is not outstanding, but she is also not like everyone else.

The misfortunes that Zheng Xichen experienced in her early years, those who treated her well and those who pissed her off, all left a mark in her life, but they did not become an obstacle to her growth.

Zheng Xichen used to be a delicate little princess who was held in the palm of her parents' hands, but the world is impermanent, the world is cold, her mother died, her stepmother was vicious, and her brother treated her badly. Maybe before the night of power, she She has tasted all the sufferings she can think of in the world, and those sufferings have changed her appearance, made her no longer innocent, and made her no longer easy to trust.

But even though Zheng Xichen is no longer foolish enough to believe other people's lies, she hasn't become worldly or indifferent. The world has changed her appearance, but no matter what Zheng Xichen looks like, But it's not always an ordinary, secular appearance.

"Mother, I found the person I like. I don't know how long I can like her, and what will happen to her in the future, but at least now, I... like her very much."

Quan Ye looked at the tombstone with slightly confused eyes, but also with a little firmness. He took a last look at his mother's photo, placed the bouquet of white roses neatly on the tombstone, and then got up and left.

At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was dazzling.

Quan Ye is sure that he really likes Zheng Xichen now, but he doesn't know how long this love will last, maybe one year, maybe two years, maybe a lifetime.

This liking may gradually fade, and then slowly disappear. In the future, Zheng Xichen may just be a small pebble in the torrent of Quan Ye's life, and it will disappear when Quan Ye counts. not see.

But maybe this liking will also change, for example, into love.

This is the question that Quan Ye doesn't want to think about, nor will he think about.